Page 11 of Addicted Lies

The asshole has the audacity to smirk, and I hate the fact that I ended things between us, but I’m right back where we started. It’s too dangerous. But I can’t fucking help myself.

He tilts his head slightly, more predator than man, as he reaches out and brushes the back of his knuckles against my cheek.

I suck in a sharp breath, and without him so much as doing anything, heat floods my core. It’s so immediate, so forceful in his presence.

It’s entirely unfair.

“From the way your body reacts to me. Your eyes go hooded. A slight pink flushes your cheeks, and your shoulders slightly hunch as if purposefully readying yourself to defy or challenge me, even though you always submit. But only when you think you’re in control.”

“I do not submit,” I snap.

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you so sure?”

His hand turns, and his palm cups my cheek. It’s not tender. It can’t be in the fierce way he stares at me as if restraining himself with all his might. But my body screams for him to finish what he started. And from all the times before, I know exactly how he brings my body and senses to life. He offers me an experience no one ever has.

I’m certain I’m out of my fucking mind as I whisper, “Did you drive here?”

His eyes somehow go darker as if he understands my insinuation. “You’re dancing with fire, Chaos. You know I can’t restrain myself around you.” It goes unsaid that I know if I ask him, he won’t deny me. He never has. Not since that first time I lured him into his car. And I’m sure it’ll be no different now.

More heat floods my core, and my pussy is fucking pounding, begging, and praying to dance on his cock. To revel in the release I’m certain only he can provide.

Ford is dangerous.

Whatever this is between us is dangerous.

Even if it’s only sex, I can’t seem to control myself.

And if my brother finds out, he’ll kill him. And maybe me in the process.

Yet I can’t help myself from whispering, “Then don’t hold back. I’ll meet you outside in two minutes.” I step out of his grip. His fingers curl, and I can see his internal struggle, which gives me a sense of smug satisfaction. He might say I submit only when I think I’m in control, but the reality is, he’s no different—this thing between us is a living entity that neither of us can seem to ignore. That’s a scary thing, but it’s the truth.

“You said we were over,” he says pointedly.

“And now I’m saying we’re back on.” Because I have fucking needs, and I know this man can meet them.

I make my way to the car first, a shot of adrenaline pumping through my veins because it’s literally too close to home. Dutton and my parents are inside. But I know with Posie preoccupying my brother, I have a good chance of getting away unnoticed. I’m an opportunist, if nothing else. And even if I wanted to stop myself, I’m not entirely sure I could, especially when temptation comes in such a ridiculously attractive package.

It’s cool outside as I wait beside his car, but I’m grateful for it as my palms have started to sweat. The thought of being caught is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. I don’t want us to be caught—or almost caught again—but I just can’t help myself.

He doesn’t even wait the full two minutes before he crosses across the grass to the front courtyard, where guests park.

The moment he unlocks the doors, we waste no time sliding into the back seat. I shove him back, and he smirks, raising his hands and letting me have my way with him. I often think it’s because Ford restrains himself around me. That he still hasn’t let me see the true version of him and the needs he has. But I selfishly love how much he’s willing to give to me. How much he allows me to explore.

“You didn’t even give me a treat today,” he reprimands as I straddle his lap and undo his belt.

“Consider me the treat,” I hiss back, and he chuckles. My hands shake as I paw at his cock.

“So desperate, Chaos.” He chuckles, and it’s the most beautiful sound because Ford rarely chuckles. He shifts slightly, his hands running over my bare legs and under my skirt. I take in a breath as he dips his hand between us, and his eyes grow darker. “You’re already wet for me.”

“So soak me up,” I daringly challenge. A small animalistic growl escapes him, and it’s what I like about Ford—he’s primal. And I like taming the beast. But I know that when we’re together, he tries to be on his best behavior. But being curious about what else could be between us would make this about more than sex. And we are absolutely not going down that path.

I hiss as he inserts a finger inside me, and a small moan escapes me when he starts thrusting it in and out. Oh, fuck me, how I’ve missed this man’s gifted hands. His cock springs free from his pants, and I swallow, almost salivating as I stare at it.

“Spit on my cock, Chaos.”

He inserts another finger, and I moan as I collect the saliva in my mouth and slowly let the large drop of spit fall onto his cock. Fuck this man and his beauty. I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin stroking. “Harder. You won’t hurt me,” he growls, and I’m certain nothing could hurt this man. He grimaces as I pull back and forth on the shaft, almost violently.

“Take your shirt off,” he instructs.

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